“It was time to trigger recontact with CIA—and Nate. The prospect of seeing Nate again swelled in Dominika’s chest until she could hardly breathe. She didn’t know if he would be different toward her, didn’t know how it would be between them. Her Russian pride and cross-grainedness would not let her again be the first one to make a move. She would not throw herself at him, she would not ever again watch him retreat behind regulations or security requirements or a guilty conscience.”